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He acted surprised. "Hey, how are you doing? Wow. You still around?" I didn't know which to answer first. I shook his hand and that of the elderly man he had at the back. Baby jumped up, rolled and kicked heavily. God! Does she know this is whoever he should be
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I did suit myself. Trust me I did. I went through my attachment period and finished successfully. Am grateful to God that I did well although not my best. I immediately left home for Christmas holidays. I was afraid, tensed and didn’t know how I’d be received. Would Mama embrace me
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Hello, Mum, are you at a place we can talk?" "Yes. Is there a problem?" She queried. "Well, not really but something isn't right." "Okey. What?" "There is something I want to tell you. It is not praiseworthy but I hope you'll understand." I was beginning to get emotional now. I didn't know how
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I was 22 years old and about three months or so. I had just completed my third year. In a weeks time I was supposed to begin my industrial attachment. I still didn't have a place to be attached. Am through with exams and its when am writing my application
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When am walking along the corridors of the University with a difference, Moi University, I rejoice expectantly with hope. My smiles broaden more when I meet a young woman, expectant and walking confidently. Some feeling of gratitude overwhelm my being. Am left with a longing to just commend them for
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